Chapter 560

Chapter 560: American Law Enforcement

In ordinary times, if spies from different countries encountered each other, they would either nod politely at one another or quietly position their weapons, cautiously backing away to avoid any accidental discharges.

But now, for the benefit of their organizations, these spies had no choice but to engage in a deadly fight.

Lin Mo, being the focus of attention, remained completely unaware of the dark struggles happening around him. He was anxiously hurrying towards his destination.

As CIA agents watched from the sidelines, they allowed spies from various countries to engage in limited combat on their territory, knowing that they would ultimately benefit from the chaos. However, everyone was bound by circumstances beyond their control.

The item that Lockheed praised as the next industrial revolution was of such importance and value that it justified their sacrifices.

Although Lin Mo unknowingly took the fall for White Wolf and became a scapegoat, it did not mean that his superiors exploited him without reason to attract external attention.

After all, an ace pilot was rare and possessed significant potential, making Lin Mo’s safety worth the considerable investment from China to protect him.

In corners Lin Mo was unaware of, China’s intelligence department battled fiercely against multiple misled forces to ensure his safety, even knowing he had no valuable assets on him.

Perhaps since the founding of the country, the personnel of China’s intelligence department had rarely faced such intense confrontations with external forces abroad.

This might signal a reshuffling of power dynamics among various factions in the United States.

Today was destined to be an unsettling day.

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Boom!

While sitting in the taxi, Lin Mo heard a loud explosion followed by intense gunfire. He was startled, his instincts telling him the sounds were coming from over five hundred meters away, making him think he was under attack again.

Once bitten by a snake, he feared the rope for ten years; Lin Mo was now constantly worried that what he feared the most would indeed come to pass.

In America, the prevalence of firearms created a paradise for weapon enthusiasts but also led to criminals carrying out their actions with overwhelming firepower, far more intense than the petty crimes in China.

"Damn it, it must be some clueless thief robbing a bank! It happens all the time; hold on, sir!"

The driver stepped on the gas, speeding past cars to escape the dangerous area. To him, such incidents were no big deal; the police would quickly handle it.

In America, the police were one of the most formidable forces and the most united organization, and few dared to kill a police officer lightly.

Criminals who killed police officers often faced the harshest penalties; in states with the death penalty, they would be sentenced to death.

However, few criminals ever stood trial; most who dared to cross that line were dealt with immediately, having no luck in reaching a courtroom.

The law granted police the broadest rights for self-defense, allowing them to shoot anyone who dared to provoke them during arrests.

American police did not operate like their Chinese counterparts, where verbal warnings might suffice. Here, it was common for them to shoot first and ask questions later; that was their universal code of conduct.

If one encountered American police, it was essential to remain calm and not make any sudden moves; otherwise, it would be pointless and deadly.

This was also part of the reason Qi Fei didn’t take Lin Mo’s words to heart completely.

In terms of defense capability, American police far surpassed their Chinese counterparts.

"Los Angeles is chaotic enough; robbing a bank creates such a scene."

Lin Mo shook his head. Since getting back in the car heading to Los Angeles, the Battle Energy within him had begun to surge, as if he were returning to the battlefield, sharpening all his senses to a state of utmost vigilance.

"Hi! We have arrived! Sir, that’s 165 dollars and 5 cents!"

"Here, 200 dollars! Keep the change!"

Lin Mo tossed two hundred-dollar bills to the driver, opened the door, and stepped out without paying any attention to the driver’s praises and thanks behind him.

Hollywood, located in the northwest part of downtown Los Angeles, is a famous film city right next to the wealthy area of Beverly Hills.

The taxi Lin Mo was in had almost crossed the entire Los Angeles. Fortunately, when he arrived at the address written on the note Qi Fei left him, there was no chaos at the scene.

The taxi parked not far from the shopping mall where the Cosplay event was taking place. Looking around at the crowds, Lin Mo frowned; this meant that if chaos erupted, it would be uncontrollable.

He crumpled the note in his hand and walked towards the mall. Just as he approached the entrance, he was suddenly stopped.

Two police officers, accompanied by a police dog, signaled to Lin Mo while keeping a hand on their holstered guns, ready to draw at any moment.

Their standard warning posture was flawless; it wasn’t just directed at Lin Mo—American police treat even a frail elderly lady with the same level of caution.

It was unimaginable that American police would salute first and speak gently like Chinese officers.

"Hey, sir! Please submit to a search."

Their tone was far from courteous just because Lin Mo was Chinese; in America, no foreign guest receives special treatment.

"Alright! Alright!"

Lin Mo stayed still as he looked around, noticing several groups of police officers scattered about, occasionally stopping suspicious people for questioning.

Not wanting to attract all the police’s attention, he had no choice but to comply with their orders.

It seemed that Qi Fei indeed called in many cops for help. In this money-driven society, as long as cash was paid, the police would diligently work extra hours, eager to earn some extra cash.

"Can you tell me which pocket your identification is in? We’ll help you retrieve it, but please don’t move—don’t move at all, or it might lead to a misunderstanding." A police officer approached Lin Mo while another began to pat him down.

Taking out something from your pocket is definitely perceived as a threatening action in the eyes of the police, so they usually choose to do it themselves.

A gun? The officer searching Lin Mo’s back found a handgun without surprise, an MK-23 civilian pistol.

Sniffing it, they immediately noticed the fresh, acrid smell of gunpowder. The two officers’ faces changed instantly, and they quickly drew their guns, aiming them at Lin Mo.

“Sorry, sir, can you explain the origin of your handgun?”

It wasn’t just the discovery of the gun that alarmed them; they noticed the serial number was scratched off, indicating this was an untraceable weapon.

All states in America allow citizens to own firearms, but they do not permit carrying guns in public places. Anyone carrying a concealed gun in public, like Lin Mo was now, must have a permit.

Clearly, the weapon Lin Mo had didn’t come with any such documentation, and since he wasn’t an American citizen, he had no rights to purchase or own firearms based solely on his passport.

Perhaps sensing its owner’s tension, the police dog suddenly stepped back, revealing its sharp white teeth and letting out a low growl as if ready to attack.

With a simple hand signal or verbal command, this police dog would undoubtedly lunge at Lin Mo without hesitation.

“This is a confiscated item; someone shot at me on the way, and I took them down.”

Lin Mo nonchalantly replied, his aura of danger ebbing and flowing in an instant.

The two officers didn’t perceive anything unusual, but this police dog wasn’t much different from the military dogs trained at Area 51; it quickly retreated, whimpering.

No matter how fierce, it was still just a dog, unable to compare to a Dragon Knight at the peak of combat skill. In the dog’s mind, Lin Mo’s presence and aura were more threatening than its fiercest enemy.

The dog’s reaction instantly put the two officers on high alert, ready to fire, shouting, “Put your hands up, kneel on the ground, and then slowly lie down.” They clearly viewed Lin Mo as a dangerous person, and nearby officers began to surround the area.

What overly sensitive folks, Lin Mo thought as he shook his head inwardly. He was eager to go into the mall but didn’t expect to encounter such an incident. Did he really attract that much trouble?

American police aren’t like soldiers; in a country where guns are widespread, even a child could possess deadly capabilities if they had a firearm.

With a light pull of the trigger, a strong man could fall dead on the spot. The pressure police face on the job is unimaginable; their lives could be at risk at any moment, which is why their behavior is filled with caution and roughness.

“Hey! Gentlemen! Don’t be nervous, CIA!” A well-dressed white man appeared beside them, showing a badge and adding, “Don’t worry, gentlemen, I assure you he is harmless, poses no threat, and in fact, he didn’t lie—he saved the lives of our comrades.”

CIA?

Central Intelligence Agency?

The identification clearly stated his identity as Eric Kumar, along with that familiar golden badge; almost every officer trained to recognize the credentials of important national departments.

“Okay, Mr. Kumar, please explain your intentions.”

As a department with special powers in America, the police had no choice but to give a little face. They lowered their guns slightly; although still aimed at Lin Mo, the atmosphere was no longer as tense as before.

“Um, alright, this gentleman is a protected individual of our CIA. Today, there was an incident; my two colleagues encountered trouble while escorting him to Los Angeles. This gentleman selflessly helped us, and because of him, those two colleagues were saved. The gun was indeed his confiscation for self-defense. If there are any issues, our superiors will discuss it with your superiors, so I hope you will let him go. I assure you, he is absolutely not dangerous; he is a scientist from China…”